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February 2007


Editorials

Planting a new SEED

Imagine being in a lecture class of 100 people, in which five or six come down with a disease. Normally they would be rushed off to treatment, and steps would be taken to ensure the safety of the rest of the students, right?

Editorials

A green, clean, energy-saving campus

Going green is a grassroots movement. Just as our nation’s leaders have been reluctant to change, universities have other priorities, like raising money and attracting top professors.

Editorials

Student loans, sleaze and subsidies

Hitting all of the usual sweet spots—defense, Medicare, Social Security—President Bush’s latest budget also takes a small but important step towards fixing a problem inhibiting fair student lending: private lending companies.

News

Snow closes campus

A steady onslaught of wintry mix Tuesday night and early Wednesday morning forced Georgetown administrators to cancel all classes on the main campus and the School of Medicine Wednesday.

News

Dems, CRs join together

The College Republicans joined with the College Democrats and the Georgetown University Legislative Advocates (GULA) to drum up support on campus for H.R. 328, a bill in the House of Representatives that would give D.C. a vote in Congress.

News

Park problems

An influential Georgetown citizen is protesting the plans for the new Georgetown Waterfront Park, located at the intersection of K Street and Wisconsin. The new park is being designed by the National Park Service and the National Park Foundation, according to Sally Blumenthal of the National Park Service.

News

More prep girls

Georgetown Visitation Preparatory School’s proposal to increase enrollment will go before the Board of Zoning Adjustment on Tuesday for final approval.

Voices

You say tomato, I say you’re wrong

“Can I get a glass of water?”

“I’m sorry, a glass of what?”

“Water.”

“No, you said ‘wooder’. In the rest of the country, we pronounce it wa-ter.”

Voices

From D.C. to a dung hut

If you had predicted freshman year over dinner at Leo’s that I would join the Peace Corps, I would have laughed till ginger ale shot out my nose. Then I would tell you about a trip my family took to Kenya when I was seven. I ate gazelle, chased baboons, and enjoyed myself thoroughly. But, visiting a Masai village, my brother pointed at the walls of the dung huts and told me just what dung was. Shit? I was in the Business School freshman year, and though I didn’t know what I wanted to do after, my plans in no way included a dung hut in Africa.

Voices

Carrying on: A desperate woman knocks

My dad and I had just sat down to a spaghetti dinner when the pounding on the door began. It was furious and incessant, as if someone were trying to knock the door down. My dad hurriedly shuffled to the door and opened it a crack. A screaming woman forced her arm through the opening and the rest of her body followed. Someone, she said, was trying to kill her. Running over, I caught a glimpse of the snowy moonlit expanse outside the front door. There, wild, noble-looking and gray, stood a Siberian Husky. The door slammed shut, and my dad twisted the deadbolt into place.